An Act of Chivalry (Sander Sides)

Chapter Four

"Um, guys?" Virgil called from a distance.

I glanced back at Roman, who was turning away from the door. He didn't look at me, far to caught up in his thoughts to notice my stare. 'Virgil?' I could hear him think. My acquaintance then looked at me. "Common." He said, not taking a moment to find my approval before starting down the ally. His voice was low, serious. From what I've examined, he did that when he was worried.

We started at a walk but when the crash of aluminum echoed through the compact ally we pushed into a full sprint. "Logan! Roman!" My acquaintance now shouted. Something was wrong.

Roman, who sprinted exactly a meter away from me turned the corner, and I was prepared to follow. I tried to sense for any outer source, but I still heard nothing.

'Just Nothing?' Then I heard something. I heard it before, and now It heard me. I recognized it from a few minutes ago. I knew something was wrong.

"Thud!" Getting distracted I ran face first into a wall. Everything was blurry... I stumbled backward...rubbing my eye, I couldn't dwell on my whiplash head injury now. Especially when I caught what was happening in the corner of my eye.

I was mildly concerned, to say the least.

Yellow. A soft yellow glowed off the brick walls. I've seen some illogical situations before but I didn't know what to call this. Virgil had his gun pulled out, facing a blue and yellow blur I couldn't distinguish yet. Roman was beside him with his sword pulled out, "Let go of him!" I heard him warn. Roman had the potential to be a very intimidating person, Patton learned that when he stole his sandwich.

It was a jumble, but I managed to meet with Virgil by my side. He didn't dare look at me and I understood why. Not that I'd let it physically faze me. Patton was flailing in the air. A tall shady figure holding him by his face. His cape was black, his attire a formal yellow...something. My vision wasn't focused enough to catch all the details, but I had enough. "Oh, Logan, nice to see you've finally joined us." A sarcastic, low, and smooth voice greeted.

"How do you know his name!?" The prince roared, taking a defensive step forward. "And I'm warning you! Let. go. of-"

"Patton? Very well." His hand retracted like a claw finally letting Patton fall from its grip. His face was red and purple, mainly from its tight grasp. I knew that would leave a bruise later.

Patton, being out of harm's way, gave us an opening. "Are you sure about that?" Someone said. All eyes were on the stranger, but the stranger had a yellow eye on me. My head perked up.

"You heard me?"

'I hear everything.' His voice rung in my ears and I flinched at its new tone. Inside my head, it almost sounded like an echo. Like something hissing in the back of my mind. It reminded me of a snake.

"Ok, and that's enough," Virgil said simply before firing three shots into the figure.

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I adjusted my cardigan as the scene unfolded. It happened faster than me, which was an outstanding accomplishment. Three shots were let out, and in a cloud, the figure was gone. Virgil tucked his gun away, more concerned with me than he was with the supernatural thingy-a-do that just vanished.

"Patton! You alright? Fuck I don't know what that was." My dark strange son mumbled. I didn't call him out on his language, instead, I threw my arms around the anti-social boy and gave him a hug.

"I'm so happy your ok kiddo! I just about had a heart attack when-Logan!"I let go of Virgil and picked up a trashcan from a distance, launching it forward.

While Virgil, Roman, and I were focusing on my health I didn't notice the slippery fellow again until it was sinking its nails into Logan's arm. I never heard him scream before. I didn't like it. Oh no, no, I didn't like it one bit. The figure disappeared again before my trashcan could run through its face.

"That slippery boi!" Roman yelped, retreating his sword and rushing to Logan's side. "Nerd, repeat. Are you ok?" "Are you ok." No, I was asking YOU that...oh. Good one."

Logan rolled his eyes, smiling ever so slightly before pushing Roman away. "I'll be fine. Patton?" He rushed to my side and pulled out a rag, "Your face, what did he do to you?" "You know, just grabbed me by the face and held me in the air. The usual." Logan rolled his eyes but continued to assist me anyway.

The sound of tires could be heard in the distance. "Guys," Roman reminded. "That's our queue. Come on."

Virgil, who was messing with the sleeve of his hoodie sighed, "But he could s-still you know, be here. Not that that scares me or anything but," "Oh, come on James Pitiful! You saw that thing, it had, had a snake face and eye! We don't know what the heckity heck that was! we need to bring back this information, set an alert, and rethink our strategy."

"Yes, indeed. That," Logan tried clearing his throat. "that was, uncalled for." despite trying to clear his throat his voice was still raspy.

With a thumbs up from me and Virgil, we started off once more. Though, for a moment I swore Logan was paler.